#15
Human Postcards
When all eyes are fixed on the thing.
I stare at the humans.
In their wonder, I revel.
Far more than the marvel we came to see.
In these places, in plain sight, I am invisible.
Not worthy of note.
What a gift.
Amidst the spectacle and the absurdity.
There’s time to craft with care.
Homages to the beauty we borrow.
More Human Postcards.
